lj-writes replied to your post:
Okay, I can see I need to unfollow and block…

RO itself majorly shafted its one visible Black and physically disabled character, and the whole first act suffered for it. It had redeeming qualities but I don’t trust fans who are completely uncritical of the movie.

See, that was my major disappointment with these people. Because none of them have been uncritical of RO and the treatment all of the characters of color received including Saw.

But with TLJ it seems something in their brains shut down or something. We’re back to the “let people just have fun” and literally someone comparing the critique of TLJ coming from fans of color to people whining about the wooden acting and bad dialogue in ANH.

Really? Really!

Heck, if they’d been uncritical of RO I wouldn’t have followed them in the first place. So I’m just in the “I thought you could be partially trusted, but I guess not. More fool me then.”

Maybe it’s a case of low expectations. I remember that when I first saw ESB and RotJ in the late 90′s or so my apprehension was simply that Lando not be killed as narrative punishment for his “betrayal” or as cheap motivation for Han. I didn’t actually enjoy my first views of these movies very much because I was so afraid for him. When he made it through the trilogy alive that was a huge relief for me and I didn’t think of much past that because the bar was that low for me at the time. Tbh I didn’t have much hope that a Black character with the least bit of moral complexity would survive to the end of a Hollywood movie made in the 70′s and 80′s.

I bring this up because it’s possible these bloggers’ bar for a Black character in Star Wars is as low as mine was. Finn is a more prominent character than Saw was, and he didn’t die to further any other character’s arc, so it may be okay in their minds. I disagree with them if this is the case because Finn has different weight in the sequel trilogy than Saw or Lando (and also can we stop holding the bar ridiculously low for the treatment of Black characters in general), but this may explain the inconsistency.

ladytharen:

I don’t think about crossovers as much as I used to, but if cassian “I’ve been in this fight since I was six years old” andor could meet up with kira “I am just a bajoran who has been fighting a hopeless fight against the cardassians all her life” nerys for a joint resistance story, that would be pretty fucking awesome

A disruption in the space time continuum takes Kira’s team to an uncharted planet where they meet up with a ragtag group who call themselves “Rebels.” She agrees to help the group, led by Cassian Andor whom she finds she has much in common with, clear Imperial forces from an observatory that may hold the key to her team’s return. But when the local Imperial commander offers to cut a deal where the Imperials will return her to the Alpha Quadrant in exchange for withdrawing from the fight, what will she do?

naniiebimworks:

Still waiting….

TwT

Emotions are a luxury I/we don’t have time for. Rebelcap of course.

youareiron-andyouarestrong:

Sometimes your name is Sward. Sometimes it is Willix. And maybe if you are lucky, sometimes it is the name your parents gave you.

Sometimes your name is Kestrel. Sometimes it is Lianna. And maybe if you are very lucky, it is never the name your parents gave you.

There is a girl here, in the Rebellion. She has a nice smile and a nice laugh, but your droid says it’s “too loud” and will “surely alert enemies to her presence.” Sometimes she brings you caf. Another time she offers something, because it’s cold here, because you’re lonely, because you’re sixteen and you’ve killed your first man in cold blood and you can’t stop shaking. You accept the offer and the warmth only serves to give you bad dreams, where you drown in blood. You never take her up on that offer again.

There is a boy here, with the Partisans. He’s got broad shoulders and a booming laugh, and constantly being scolded for using it after battle. He’s quick with a blaster and better with bombs and you teach him how to pick locks. Sometimes you catch him looking at you, not with revolutionary zeal, but with something like affection, fondness, speculation. One of his front teeth is chipped but you don’t mind. His bombmaker’s hands are steady and clever with your shirt. You are left in a bunker at sixteen and never see him again.

This is an Imperial uniform and you think you might strangle in it. Your voice is polished, precise and crisply accented; you haven’t used your own voice in ages. You can’t remember the last time anyone said your name, the one your parents gave you. You leave the facility with data tucked into your uniform and no one says your name until your droid says crossly back on your ship, There you are Cassian and you think might you might weep.

This is an imitation shimmersilk dress and it hides the fact you haven’t eaten in three days. You smile dangerously at the smirking smuggler across the table and slide data cards discretely across the table. This is just another job, another face that will be discarded come morning, and by then hopefully, you will be off-planet. The forgeries aren’t your best work, but they’ll pretty good when your materials were utter bantha fodder. You smirk and retort and only once have to make sure the knife you have is still strapped to your thigh. You make it out of that cantina and it’s on, on, on and there hasn’t been any tears left in your for three years.

There is a body in the alleyway. You left it there, with the words planet killer ringing in your ears. You do not believe it. You do not want to believe it. But it rings uncomfortably true after everything that you’ve heard. You run across rooftops and slide down walls and you think, I didn’t have to kill him, I had to kill him, I want to mourn, I have no time for sorrows. Emotions are luxury you cannot afford.

There is an offer here. They broke you out of Wobani, they want you to find Saw, they want you to find your father, and part of you wants to laugh and laugh and laugh until you choke on the furious grief and betrayal and the rest of you wants to spit on the gentle we’ll make sure you go free, but there is no time for that now. You take the offer, you watch the captain and you think, you I will watch, you I will be on the lookout for, you, I want to see where you are at all times. You prefer not to think too closely on why. It’s not something you can afford.

“The time to fight is now–”

“Rebellions are built on hope–”

This is Scarif. You will die here, as surely as anything.

You are not alone, and for this, you are so grateful.